Kindred Spirits
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S through Z › V for Vendetta
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,791
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3
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I do not own V for Vendetta, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
December 24
“Ah forget it; you are some place far away right now.”
“Hmm, what did you say Maggie?”
“Nothing.”
Maggie turned her attention back to getting ready for the opening act. She was happy for her friend; it has been awhile since she had seen Abby show a genuine smile. She would like to personally thank the individual responsible for her sudden change.
Maggie remembered when they were back in Ireland; Abby had not had very much luck when it came to relationships, especially after her mum passed on. After that, her whole life seemed to revolve around the children in the burn centers. Whomever the person is that she has been thinking about for the last couple of weeks has really put the shine back into the stars that are in her eyes.
Abby looked at Maggie in confusion before she turned her attention back to lacing up her slippers. ‘I wonder if he accepted my invitation tonight.’ Abby thought to herself.
She shook her head of all thought and headed for the stage.
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The opening sequences went perfectly. Soon the stage dimmed to simulate a darkened living room. Abby wandered onto the stage alone and crossed over to the Christmas tree. She knelt down, and gently picked up the nutcracker doll to inspect it for any further damage. She laid down under the tree and “fell asleep.”
Abby knew she had a few moments before the clock was to strike midnight to signal the part where the rat king appears with his soldiers. Therefore, she chanced a peek to see if her invitation was indeed accepted. Her heart skipped a beat when in fact she saw that seat five was occupied. The theatre was too dark to make out any features of the man sitting in seat five. She could tell though, that he was dressed in all black.
The next few ques’ started up, and before Abby knew it, Act I was over and a 20-minute, intermission was in effect.
Abby sat at her dressing table to freshen her make-up and listened to the conversations going on around her.
“EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!”
The whole room fell silent and turned their attention to a man standing in the doorway.
“I am looking for a Miss Abigail Galik.”
“I’m Abby.”
“I have a delivery for you.”
With that, the man handed Abby a bouquet of the most beautiful roses she had ever seen.
“Who are they from?” Maggie asked.
Abby laid the roses on her table and plucked the card form the middle of the bouquet. The note simply read:
“Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.”
Abby smiled and took off for the door leading to the stage.
“Where are you going!?” Maggie yelled after her. “The curtain goes up in 10 minutes!”
“I will be right back! This will only take a tick.”
On the right side of the stage, Abby poked her head out to see if she could locate the man occupying seat five. He was still seated but was looking at the people around him. Abby could now get a better glimpse of this mysterious man. She thought him very handsome. He looked in his middle thirties with sandy brown hair. Just as she had seen earlier, he was dressed all in black. She stared at him until he caught her eyes. Abby smiled at him and mouthed the words “thank you” before she disappeared back behind the curtain.
V smiled back at her. He was thrilled that she liked the roses. He watched her smile at him again and waved good-bye before she disappeared behind the curtain.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
The show was finally over, and the entire cast was backstage celebrating and toasting to their success.
Abby dressed down in her street clothes, raised her glass in a toast, said her good-byes, and headed for home.
Upon entering her flat, Abby followed her ritual of changing into a pair of sweatpants and camisole, but instead of turning in, she made her way back to the kitchen. She took a saucepan from the cupboard and set it on the stove. She then poured a generous about of milk into it before retrieving another pan to which she added a brick of chocolate. Abby turned the burners on to heat both items and made her way to the bay window in the living room.
Abby knew that she had been followed home. She also knew she was being watched.
She opened the window, and a burst of the winter night air caressed her face.
“I know you are out there!”
Abby listened, but received no response.
“I bet you are getting cold just standing out there, you can come in for a warm drink, it’s up to you.”
Still no response.
“Okay, if you change your mind…”
V watched as Abby went back into the kitchen. She had invited him into her home, the problem is, should he accept said invitation?
Abby finished stirring the melted chocolate into the milk when she heard a “thud” coming from the living room. She could not help but smile as she pulled two cups from their hooks above the stove and poured the chocolate drink into them.
She entered the living room with cups in hand. At the sight of the man in front of her, all she could do was shake her head.
“You could have used the door, it’s unlocked.”
“Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.”-Petrarch
“Hmm, what did you say Maggie?”
“Nothing.”
Maggie turned her attention back to getting ready for the opening act. She was happy for her friend; it has been awhile since she had seen Abby show a genuine smile. She would like to personally thank the individual responsible for her sudden change.
Maggie remembered when they were back in Ireland; Abby had not had very much luck when it came to relationships, especially after her mum passed on. After that, her whole life seemed to revolve around the children in the burn centers. Whomever the person is that she has been thinking about for the last couple of weeks has really put the shine back into the stars that are in her eyes.
Abby looked at Maggie in confusion before she turned her attention back to lacing up her slippers. ‘I wonder if he accepted my invitation tonight.’ Abby thought to herself.
She shook her head of all thought and headed for the stage.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
The opening sequences went perfectly. Soon the stage dimmed to simulate a darkened living room. Abby wandered onto the stage alone and crossed over to the Christmas tree. She knelt down, and gently picked up the nutcracker doll to inspect it for any further damage. She laid down under the tree and “fell asleep.”
Abby knew she had a few moments before the clock was to strike midnight to signal the part where the rat king appears with his soldiers. Therefore, she chanced a peek to see if her invitation was indeed accepted. Her heart skipped a beat when in fact she saw that seat five was occupied. The theatre was too dark to make out any features of the man sitting in seat five. She could tell though, that he was dressed in all black.
The next few ques’ started up, and before Abby knew it, Act I was over and a 20-minute, intermission was in effect.
Abby sat at her dressing table to freshen her make-up and listened to the conversations going on around her.
“EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!”
The whole room fell silent and turned their attention to a man standing in the doorway.
“I am looking for a Miss Abigail Galik.”
“I’m Abby.”
“I have a delivery for you.”
With that, the man handed Abby a bouquet of the most beautiful roses she had ever seen.
“Who are they from?” Maggie asked.
Abby laid the roses on her table and plucked the card form the middle of the bouquet. The note simply read:
“Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.”
Abby smiled and took off for the door leading to the stage.
“Where are you going!?” Maggie yelled after her. “The curtain goes up in 10 minutes!”
“I will be right back! This will only take a tick.”
On the right side of the stage, Abby poked her head out to see if she could locate the man occupying seat five. He was still seated but was looking at the people around him. Abby could now get a better glimpse of this mysterious man. She thought him very handsome. He looked in his middle thirties with sandy brown hair. Just as she had seen earlier, he was dressed all in black. She stared at him until he caught her eyes. Abby smiled at him and mouthed the words “thank you” before she disappeared back behind the curtain.
V smiled back at her. He was thrilled that she liked the roses. He watched her smile at him again and waved good-bye before she disappeared behind the curtain.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
The show was finally over, and the entire cast was backstage celebrating and toasting to their success.
Abby dressed down in her street clothes, raised her glass in a toast, said her good-byes, and headed for home.
Upon entering her flat, Abby followed her ritual of changing into a pair of sweatpants and camisole, but instead of turning in, she made her way back to the kitchen. She took a saucepan from the cupboard and set it on the stove. She then poured a generous about of milk into it before retrieving another pan to which she added a brick of chocolate. Abby turned the burners on to heat both items and made her way to the bay window in the living room.
Abby knew that she had been followed home. She also knew she was being watched.
She opened the window, and a burst of the winter night air caressed her face.
“I know you are out there!”
Abby listened, but received no response.
“I bet you are getting cold just standing out there, you can come in for a warm drink, it’s up to you.”
Still no response.
“Okay, if you change your mind…”
V watched as Abby went back into the kitchen. She had invited him into her home, the problem is, should he accept said invitation?
Abby finished stirring the melted chocolate into the milk when she heard a “thud” coming from the living room. She could not help but smile as she pulled two cups from their hooks above the stove and poured the chocolate drink into them.
She entered the living room with cups in hand. At the sight of the man in front of her, all she could do was shake her head.
“You could have used the door, it’s unlocked.”
“Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.”-Petrarch